Thursday, March 24, 2011

Aiden's Story

On Friday, February 18th @ 10am, I had a "routine" checkup to figure out how my blood pressure was doing. When I had my ultrasound at 21 weeks they discovered that my blood pressure was a little higher than it should be. So, back to the doctor a week and a 1/2 later. They weighed me, took my blood pressure and checked my urine for proteins. My blood pressure was up some and my protein was at +2. I laid in the office so they could check my blood pressure some more. My doctor decided to put me on some blood pressure meds, do a 24 urine output screening and have some blood work done. He then measured me and proceeded to check Aiden's heartbeat. He however could not find it. Usually he puts the monitor on there and it comes up right away. I started to freak out. They sent me off to ultrasound almost immediately. I called John freaking out. I went into ultrasound and my worst nightmares come to life. Aiden's heartbeat was no longer beating. I could see it on the ultrasound before the nurse told me. I cried out! They took me into another room so I could talk to the doctor. I called John sobbing and he left work to meet me at the office. Once John got there the doctor told us our options. We obviously had to have this baby - it was a matter of when. We both knew that no matter what we had to have this done...why drag it out any longer than needed. So we left the office and went to the hospital where we were brought into our room 3405.


Our doctor recommended that we induce labor and have a vaginal delivery. If I had another c-section this early in my pregnancy, they would have to cut me from my belly button down (the long way). There were risks of have my uterus rupture and having to have a historectmay, but those happen very little and therefore he thought it would still be best to do a VBAC. We trusted his recommendation. The next kicker was that our doctor was about to leave out of town....so he would not be there for us. He felt bad, but we understood. He took us to a back elevator so we didn't have to parade thru the office weeping and could go the least traveled path.

Once in our room we meet the nurse Cyndy and the doctor who would be there with me for the day. Our nurse was so nice and didn't rush us into anything. She allowed us to stay in the room and take it all in. They allowed me to eat lunch so I could have a meal before my long journey. They also told me that with this type of labor any and all pain meds were allowed. They asked me what I'd want to do for pain. I said I wanted to feel as little as possible thru this process. They told me that as soon as I started to feel any pain I could get an epidural. I was in! I got a ton of blood drawn so that they could do lots of test, gave me my first dose of blood pressure meds and started an IV. At approximately 4pm, they inserted the first vaginal pill to induce labor. They told me that they would be repeating this process every 4 hours until Aiden came out. At 7pm, I got a new nurse, Christy. I was scared because my current nurse was so nice and compassionate...what would this nurse be like? Thankfully she was just as sweet and so caring. At approximately 9pm I was started to feel some cramping and just couldn't settle enough to fall asleep. The nurse suggested that my heart hurt enough that why should I have to deal with this pain. She wanted me to be able to sleep some that night so she suggested that I request an epidural. I agreed that I'd like some sleep. I didn't sleep much that night....off and on between nurse visits and different things that I called the nurse for. Every couple hours I would need to be moved because my body hurt being in that same position. At 7am I again got another new nurse and a new doctor. I again had fears about who I would get. My current nurse told me that the nurse that would be joining us was super sweet and we would be happy with her and boy was she correct. Our new nurse Sarah was so super nice and so kind. Shortly after Sarah arrived things started to happen. At 8:10am, Aiden Jeffrey Husted arrived. He weighed 12oz and was 10 inches long. Our nurse was there to deliver him because he came so fast and our doctor had not yet arrived quite yet. She asked us if we wanted to hold him. I was so scared how I would react to what he looked like. Our nurse told us what to expect. She told us what he would be purplish in color and short of puffy. I eventually held him. I wept and wept. Why God....why? John and I both held Aiden and looked him over taking in everything about him. He was so beautiful in his own way. We called both sets of parents and invited them to come see their new Grandson. Eventually my placenta came out and I asked to see it. While Sarah was explaining the parts of the uterus she noticed a tight knot in the umbilical cord. She also noticed that the cord was a little longer than normal. She also noticed a few other things that didn't quite look correct. All things that helped us to maybe know why. We spend the rest of the day with family and Aiden. They took pictures of him, plaster molds of his feet and all sorts of other things. At approximately 9pm we decided that it was time to say good-bye. It was the hardest thing that I did. I knew that it was time, but it was hard to think that when I did say good-bye it would be forever. I cried and cried after he left.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Angels watching over...

My Mommy is a survivor or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying at night when all others are in bed. I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach that never wash away... I watch over my surviving mommy, who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others... a smile of disguise! But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My mommy tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door... I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore. I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, go visit her... and show her that you care. For no matter what she says... no matter what she feels. My surviving mommy has a broken heart that time won't ever heal...

Auhor Uknown